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I'd come, Alb, as true as death I'd go this night if you arst me, straight away never to come back if it were to sleep on the hard road and beg my bread from house to house I'd go with you, Alb, as heaven hears me, I'd be an honest wife to you and you should never regret the day. What's to keep us, Alb, dear?
He must either look as if he wanted to share her money, or else as if he were ready to give her up. "Arst yourself, John Jephson," answered Alice, "whether it's likely a young lady of fortun' would be keepin' company with a young man as didn't know how to take off his hat to her in the park?" Alice did not above half mean what she said: she wished mainly to enhance her own importance.
If once I was to start out answerin' you serious, y'r father 'd 'ave to go' and arst some one else for 'is supper let alone finishing the washin'." "All right, mother," he would say, after a wondering stare at her. "I didn't mean to worry." And he would go on thinking. He was thinking too four years after, when the Vicar, now no longer ripe but over-ripe, saw him for the last time of all.
"Bless yer, wot's in my room's in yours; Lor', yes." Glad's eyes stared into hers, they became mysteriously, almost awesomely, astonishing also. "Is it?" she breathed in a hushed voice. "Yes, Lor', yes! When yer get up in the mornin' you just stand still an' ARST it. 'Speak, Lord, ses you; 'speak, Lord " "Thy servant 'eareth," ended Glad's hushed speech. "Blimme, but I 'm goin' to try it!"
We're quite willin' to work: that's hall we arst for Plenty of Work but as we can't get it we're forced to come out 'ere and arst you to spare a few coppers towards a crust of bread and a night's lodgin'.
"Nobody says you ain't, and nobody ain't makin' a fool of me," said Dickie. "Ho no. Course they ain't," the maid rejoined. "People comes 'ere without e'er a shirt to their backs and makes fools of their betters. That's the way it is, ain't it? Ain't she arst you to stay and be 'er little boy?" "Yes," said Dickie. "Ah, I thought she 'ad," said the maid triumphantly; "and you'll stay.
"I won't forget yer," answered the conductor, "you shall 'ave yer Sharing Cross. Don't make a fuss about it." "That's the third time 'ee's arst me not to forget 'im," he remarked to me in a stentorian aside; "'ee don't giv' yer much chance of doin' it, does 'ee?"
Godwin, though his passions were of exceptional force, must needs refine, debate with himself points of abstract justice. 'I've been tellin' Jowey, Grace, as I 'ope he may turn out such another as Godwin 'ere. 'E'll go to Collige, will Jowey. Godwin, jest arst the bo-oy a question or two, will you? 'E ain't been doin' bad at 'is school. Jest put 'im through 'is pyces, as yer may sye.
"The less you talks to her," I sez, "the better you'll get on with her," I sez, "and the better kind o' pictur you'll make out on her," I sez to the shiny un; "an' don't you go an' arst who her father is," I sez, "for that word 'ull bring such a horful look on her face," I sez, "as is enough to skear anybody to death. I sha'n't forget the look the fust time I seed it," I sez.
Maggie ain't a bad gin after horses, but if she don't find 'em first day, she won't camp out she gets frightened. I'd like to take 'em with me, yer know." As he spoke the two moleskin-trousered, cotton-shirted little figures passed in front of the hut. "There they go," he said. "Two real good gins. Now, as man to man, you wouldn't arst me to turn them loose, would you?"
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